Living Proof (Tyler G Book 2) (2 page)

Oh, the fact they were being
neglected and
harmed
wasn't, but keeping them from disclosing that, say
to the police or government totally was. It was as simple as not giving them
phone privileges, or letting them leave the fenced camp.

About ten minutes into the ride,
Ty noticed that his teeth were already coming back in. That one had been
worrying, since he hadn't really known that he could do things like regrow
teeth. That would mean keeping his mouth shut, literally, when they got to the
airport. His head down too, since he was willing to bet that there was no
swelling left now.

It gave him things to think about
as they pulled into the parking lot. He was riding in the back of a deep red
colored luxury sedan, which was probably a rental. If so, the company was going
to be pissed, since his blood was staining the seat in places. That would have
made him feel bad, but being kidnapped kind of absolved
him
of
wrongdoing in this case. Plus, it wasn't his name on the contract agreement.

True to his word, Alan the goon
marched him through the airport in the plastic cuffs, jerking him around, as if
he were struggling the whole time, even though he was just walking, trying to
be helpful. He kind of
needed
them to get him to the compound, so that
the whole thing could be shut down, after all.

The men didn't make that easy. Ty
couldn't help but glare at them, since they kept hitting him, and pushing him
around. It wasn't the abuse that was the problem, but they were calling
attention to themselves like morons. Which naturally meant that airport
security approached them, looking ready to throw down in order to protect him.
There were four of them too, and
they
were all armed, so he was willing
to bet that they were going to win if it came down to it.

"What, exactly, is going on
here? Jones, get that kid, and take him to the conference room. These men have
some questions to answer."

Alan, clearly the man in charge,
growled at them, since it seemed to be his go to move.

"We have a document, signed
by his mother, giving us temporary custody. We're taking him to school. A
boarding thing. He didn't want to go, and things got messy. All within the law.
Here, let me show you the documents." Apparently it was the kind of thing
that came up often enough that the men at the airport were familiar with the
idea, but that didn't keep Jones, the black guy, from glaring at them and
leading him away.

"You okay kid? These
bastards... This isn't the first time their kind has done this. What's up, your
dad upset because you're gay or something? It's normally that, or drugs, and
you look pretty put together."

The hand on his arm was warm,
compared to his cool flesh, but he waited until he was led into the conference
room to speak.

Then he did it in hushed tones.

"I'm Tyler Gartner, the head
of the Coalition of Nations. We work with different groups, as far as
relationships with Humans go. Right now I'm being taken to the Christian Hope
Youth Center in Arizona. You can check all that out, but the truth is, if I can
get in there, I can help out fifty or so kids that are being held against their
will. This
is
a kidnapping, right now, but also part of a real plan. Can
you take me back after a bit and tell them that I refused to talk? They tried
to break my jaw..." Shrugging he moved it side to side, and just told the
truth, since it wasn't some kind of horrible secret or anything.
"Actually, they
did
. We have it all on camera. At least I tried to
make sure we were in frame for that. I healed. They just think I'm a Human, so
don't realize that I'm not really in danger from them."

"What? I... We need to run
this past my boss."

That got him to nod, since if he
were just some slightly deranged kid being taken away, that's what he'd
want
them to do. It meant having to make some phone calls, and having his hands
released, since, as Jones told him pretty frankly, that would have been the
first thing they would have done, in a situation like that.

Before the man could even move
behind him, Ty took a breath, focused and flexed as hard as he could. Nothing
happened at first, but after a few pulses that way, the plastic cuffs broke
with a popping sound, letting him bring his hands around to the front.

Then he grinned.

"I'd wondered about that. I
don't really have super strength, but I don't feel pain, so I can use all that
I do have. The marks will heal pretty soon." He had red rings around his
wrist, and some seeping blood in places. His body was just Human, after all.
Dead, and self-repairing in a way that was really cool, now that he knew it
could happen, but that was all. "Anyway, I can call some people? Actually,
if you aren't squeamish, I can do it without a phone. There are people
here
,
to watch out for me. Listening."

Before he said anything else
there was a polite knock at the closed door to the room. A female voice called
out, loud enough for him to hear plainly.

Eve, one of his friends. A
Vampire.

"Hello? We're the backup.
Let us in, please?"

Jones looked worried, but did it,
opening the door on a very nice looking black haired girl who probably could
have been an actress, if not a model, and a tiny bald man that had big ears and
a toothy grin. Ty waved at them both.

"Close the door?" Bey,
the small man, did it instantly, his face going slightly serious. "Thanks.
This is Jones. He and his pals liberated me from the men from the Hope Center.
Jones, this is Eve Benson, and The Bey. Bey Transmorguire, of the Vampire
Council. They're here to make certain nothing too bad happens to me, or at
least
to get video of it, for the news." He smiled, and Eve hoisted a hand held
video device. It was a decently high end one, since no one had really wanted to
get pictures of him being tortured only to have them be too grainy to be of use
in court later.

Bey bowed toward the Human guard.

"I thank you for your work
and effort. Would it be possible to have our young friend taken back to his
captors now? I do not wish them to miss their flight. That would be rude."

They still had to wait for his
boss to get there and okay it. The heavyset woman, who had tightly curled
blonde hair, and a cute nose that was snubbed at the end, agreed though, after
she heard the whole thing.

"I want these jerks shut
down. I had a cousin that was taken to one of these kinds of places. For being
gay. He was never right again after that. He lives in San Francisco now, so it
clearly worked, right? He also won't talk to anyone in the family. I should try
to call him again soon."

Jones nodded, "yeah, we see
this a couple of times a month. Who knows how many times we just miss it, and
think that it's a kid with his parents. I guess if you have backup like this,
we can let you go?" He glanced at his boss, who was a bit slow in doing
it, but finally nodded.

"All right. Jones, take him back.
Leave the cuffs off."

That meant he had to get the guy
to drag him along by the arm, as he made slightly muffled sounds of distress.
Like he wanted to talk, but couldn't. That seemed to surprise the other three
men, who were still hassling the goons from the Christian brainwashing camp.

Jones looked pissed off, and
pushed him toward them. Then he spoke to the other airport security men.

"Zales said we have to give
him back. I guess the paperwork is in order. The kid wouldn't talk, so we have
no choice.
This
time." There was a wide eyed glare at Alan then,
and the black man puffed his chest a bit. "You're a piece of shit,
assfuck. If you so much as touch this kid in my airport again, I
will
make sure you spend the next six months in county, got it?"

Alan seemed like the bullish kind
of man not to take that sort of thing, but he just smiled, and looked off into
the distance, at the people watching them. There were a lot of them, and more
than one was pointing a camera or cell phone in their direction. The blue and
green flecked carpet made the whole thing seem a bit surreal to him. The place
was huge, after all, and slight echoes came from the walls.

"I'm just trying to get my
job done. You don't know what this kid did." He gave them all a sly look,
and leaned in, but spoke loudly enough to be heard. "Fucked his kid sister
in the ass so hard she ended up in the hospital. It was either this or prison
for him. A little five year old girl. She'll never be the same."

The other men looked shocked by
the news, and some of the people with their cameras did too. The only one that
didn't react correctly was Jones, who knew the truth. Even he seemed uneasy,
hearing those words.

The large camp person smiled
about it, trying to make it seem grim. He didn't elaborate. There was no need
to. "So, if I was a bit rough with him, well, he doesn't deserve better,
does he?"

That seemed to be the case, since
the formerly helpful airport security all walked away then, even as Alan
slapped him in the back of the head. Now that the allegation was out, of child
abuse and rape, he was instantly guilty in the minds of those that had heard
it. Regardless of the fact that it wasn't true, he didn't have a sister, and
had never had anal sex in his life.

Ty kept his mouth shut, since it
didn't matter really. Alan had lied, in order to gain power back in the
situation, to his way of thinking. He needed the men to succeed, so it was
important that he go along with them. Not that he wasn't going to kick their
asses, if he got a chance. A lie like that would best be answered with death.
Not that killing people over a verbal slight was the right thing to do, or what
he would endorse personally. He could
feel
it anyway, screaming from the
back of his mind. These liars had to die.

It was a bit more powerful than
would have been suspected, actually.

They had to wait, for nearly two
hours. During that time he was slapped, hit and covertly punched enough that,
if he were able to feel it, he probably would have been in a coma. No one came
to help him out again. Even Eve and Bey didn't. They just stood back, with Eve
taking pictures and getting the abuse recorded for him.

As they got up, him being held
roughly by two of the men, Alan leaned in.

"Don't make trouble, or I'll
have you ass raped like your little sister was, you pedo." It was a rape
threat, but the kind that everyone thought was okay. After all, no one would
lie
about things like that. Eve smiled at the words too, like they were funny.

Making a point of not looking at
her or Bey, he let himself be dragged through the airport, and then loaded on
the plane. Alan was right next to him, and made a point of standing on his
foot. Given he had combat boots on, that was probably meant to hurt. He didn't
whimper or anything. In fact, he didn't realize it was happening for a long
time. Then he just pulled his foot out, only to have an elbow slam him in the
head a half dozen times.

He was belted into place, so
didn't slide too much, and if anyone noticed it, they didn't speak up.

Honestly, Tyler had to wonder how
the hell these guys weren't catching on that he wasn't exactly normal. It was,
in the end, probably the blood that had covered his head and face. There was no
swelling, and while it did take some time for things to fix themselves, it
wasn't forever. He lost more teeth, but they were back soon enough. That meant
swallowing them though, so that it wasn't too obvious what was going on.

On the ground in Arizona it was a
nice, bright and sunny, day. There were a lot of American flags flying, since
the fourth was nearly there, it being the third now. Here, on the ground, they
were met by a nondescript blue van, driven by a heavyset woman. She had big
hair, that was puffy and feathered in a style that had been popular about
thirty years back, if television had taught him correctly on that score. She
also had a giant cross around her neck. It was gold, and on a gold chain.

"So, this is the new devil
spawn? You want to be a Vampire? A demon that lives off the blood of good
followers of Christ?" She seemed upset when he didn't say anything, his
head down. Alan, who was in the seat next to him, hit him in the head again,
several times.

"He fought with us, and
broke his jaw. He can't talk."

Then there was a beating that
went on for a while, which, just for the entertainment value, he punctuated
with small, pained, groans. Finally the man put his hands between his legs and
started grinding away. It was half meant to be torture, and half something
else. Like he was getting off on it.

Since it felt kind of good to
him, it was work not to get wood. Okay, Alan wasn't a ten on the looks scale,
but he was big, and decent enough looking. The whole thing where he was a
psycho, and a sadist, well
those
were a turn off. Thankfully he managed
to use that not to embarrass himself.

One of the other men finally
rolled his eyes.

"For cruds sake, Tumby, give
it a rest, will you? The kid said he didn't want to go, and you've been kicking
his ass for hours over it. They
all
say that. Then you telling the
airport security that he rapes kids... That was low man."